THE WIDOW BED NEXT TO MY HOUSE
S2. 11. Ezra, do you hate me?

After drying Brady's clothes, and the accuracy of the dinner hour. In the middle of enjoying food Vika cuisine. Ezra held out a shirt that had been folded neatly to Brady.

"Well!" ezra stretched out his hand, his face turned to the other side.

Vika and Clay look at Ezra.

"Well, why can't clothes be the same brother?" brady asked puzzledly, his hand picking up the shirt.

"It's not your favorite shirt, so I asked Vika directly, and then I washed," said Ezra cuek, even though he was currently holding a half-dead shame.

"Did you take it straight from Vika's sister?" ask Brady curiously.

Ezra nodded.

"Yes, geez. The eyes of Brother Ezra were now stained. Just like the two of us!" chirping Clay.

"He didn't see anything" Vika patiently defended Ezra.

"I saw it" said Ezra honestly. But with his face.

"Geez means the three of us are lucky now. What do Mami and Papa say later, if they know we've seen a woman's aura!" clay's murmured.

"I won't tell Mama Fransiska and Daniel" Vika promised.

"Good then" murmured Ezra again to enjoy his meal.

"Oh yeah, sorry about your shirt, Brady. When I was washing, your clothes were torn. Maybe the effects of exposure to beach water," said Ezra lying.

Brady immediately unfolded his shirt, and saw his favorite shirt completely torn large at the seams.

"Loh! how can it tear?!" ask Vika curiously.

"Makanya, if you want to go to the beach it must think. Already mature, time to the beach alone must wear clothes open the aurat. Free to work hard until old age, but to buy a polite beach dress just can not!" chirps Ezra unconsciously.

Vika fell silent, her heart ached a little to hear Ezra's tone so high to her.

Clay and Brady spontaneously turned to Vika, looking down as if holding back a cry.

"Abang, why did you say so harshly to Brother Vika?" whisper Brady.

Ezra was silent, answering in his heart 'It's not that I want to hurt Vika's feelings. So upset and jealous of this heart, my lips were not able to control my heart. I'm really outrageous.'

Ezra hurriedly finished off his food, then left the dining table.

"I'm also sorry for what Brother Ezra said to you" Brady added.

Vika took a deep breath, in her swipe tears welled up at the tail end of her eyes. Feeling quite calm, Vika raised her face, smiling forcefully at Clay and Brady.

"Ezra's attitude towards me isn't like that. Already, forget about it and let's continue eating" said Vika with a fake smile.

"Aren't you sure it's okay?" ask Brady worried.

"Yes, I'm not sad" said Vika.

Vika, Brady and Clay continue to eat.

Feeling guilty, Ezra decided to go to the rooftop, sitting looking at the stars to let go of his jealousy, disappointment, and frustration.

While looking at the stars, Vika came with 2 cups of warm tea.

"Why are you alone here?" asked Vika sitting next to Ezra.

Ezra did not answer, he just kept looking at the stars in the dark sky that night.

"Seeing the stars at night is indeed fitting to make us comfortable" muttered Vika while sipping her tea.

Ezra was still silent, occasionally glancing at Vika, then refocused on the star-studded sky.

"Ezra, if I may know. How much do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you!" sahut Ezra was short, Vika was happy to hear it.

"Then, why are you so sniffy and indifferent to me?"

"Some!" sahut Ezra brief.

"Well, if so I am now relieved that you do not hate me," hela Vika, sipped her tea again.

Ezra glanced back. 'Thank goodness you are happy. I became relieved, ' Inner Ezra.

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